special child
rosie holt.
do not
assume
that i am a
child
because i wear flower wreaths in my hair. in the wintertime, their petals
shrivel
to reveal the
obsidian bones
of a
crown
underneath.
one of
his
.
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✧ * ⋆ i. character study. ‹ she swallows stars one by one to reteach herself how to glow. ›
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